When he saw her getting of the bus,It seemed to wipe away the years.Her face was older, just a little rough,But her eyes were still so clear.He drank his coffee, and he hurried out,Across, before she walked away.Then he approached her, like a little child,Too scared for what he had to say.

Hello, Louise,Remember me?Now should we partOr stay awhile,As if we were still lovers?

She took a moment just to recognize the man she'd known so well beforeAnd, as he started to apologise,Lose any bitterness she bore.She gently put her finger on his lipsTo let him know she understood,And, with her suitcase standing on the floor,Embraced him like a lover would.

He told Louise:"You look so good;It's just, you see,You make me feelAs if we were still lovers."

It's not always true that time heals all wounds.There are wounds that you don't wanna heal.The memories of something really good,Something truly real, that you never found again.

And though they talked for just a little time;Before she said she had to goHe saw the meeting as a tiny sign,That told him all he had to know.

And, so, LouiseWaved from the bus,And as she leftShe gave that smile,As if they were still lovers.